#c;eloise

[dollypopup]

Give it up for the 4 out of 8 Bridgerton siblings who are gay as fuck

[pensbridge]

Eloise: You know that I hate this word but... please?

Colin: NO.

Penelope: Please... for me?

Colin: ...O-kay *heart-eyes*

[crownrots]

aerona zonvasses x shadowheart (bg3)

eloise rigby x adrian chase (peacemaker)

rowena albrecht x reese kelly (scarlet hollow)

nina bird x adam du mortain (twc)

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@storyofwhoiam || Continued from here

Violet gave a bittersweet smile, hating to see her child in such pain, no matter the cause, but also knowing she had felt that more than enough times in her life. Sometimes, emotions needed to be felt and shown, even when you did not want them to. Even now, she struggled with fully expressing all of her emotions. Perhaps it was her fault that so many of her children seemed to want to hide their emotions, despite how much she tried to affirm in them otherwise growing up. Children took after their parents, did they not?

She took Eloise's face in her hand, wiping away the tears on that side of her face. "I know it is not... always something we are want to do, but I am here for you when you do need them to be expressed. If you wish me to be. I will always be here for you, you must know that." She knew how rocky their relationship had been in the past, most parent-child relationships were at one point or another, and she had every desire to fix that and needed to make it known that Eloise could come to her whenever she needed.

"Now, whatever is the matter?" She gently pushed, not wanting to scare Eloise away but wanting her to know that she would not walk away, if that was not what she wished.

[goldstargloww]

[jimmy is afk on rats smp, his character staring at a wall, and he's in f5 with the camera facing his face. wii shop theme plays in the background] [eloise runs up] eloise: you alright? [wii shop theme continues] eloise: oh, he's quite traumatized, actually... [eloise runs off] [wii shop theme continues]

[cairamarie]

and if I said cressida and eloise should kiss what then?

[griffinxgallo]

Location: The high note Status: Closed @grinningdevils

There was some sort of event or something going down at Ludovica's club and he was there for support. He honestly rather be at home or something but he sucked it up. Seeing Eloise made the night suck less. "Ah, and yet I thought I was the most beautiful thing in the room." He teased as he came up to her, "Hello Ellie, enjoying the show?"

[lifesizehysteria]

I think it’s safe to say that Queen Charlotte fully spoiled me and so far the lack of the older generation in s3 of bridgerton has been very underwhelming. I was happy to see Violet very knowingly guiding Colin in ep 4, and I’m hopeful for more for her in the second half after her conversation with Lady Danbury’s brother, but she was sorely lacking thus far and I found much of s3 borderline boring.

[madeofthreads]

X | @enokvirkow

That was the amazing thing about Enok. He was unflappable. Not even a direct blow to his ego could throw him off — because damn, that one must have hurt more than his poor head. Many Tarnished lashed out with aggression and disproportionate violence at the mere sight of another of their kind, let alone one that had a hearty laugh at them.

Just like that he gathered himself. A look was thrown her way, he regained his posture, held himself strong and proud, and carried on like what happened hadn't just happened.

Eloise wished she could be so calm or so serious. They were traits she recognised in longer-returned Tarnished. The ones who were still around, that was.

"I am not learning that here." she replied, lifting her hand in a vague gesture. "You just bumped your head. If that were me, there'd be a brand new hole in the overpass for some poor bastard to fall through, probably also me."

It was easier to deflect with humour. Truth be told, she didn't think she could learn a dragon's roar. Hell. The first dragon's breath incantation she learned was one of rotten breath, and her control was so poor she managed to cloud herself with the spell and promptly returned to ash from the scarlet rot.

That sensation of the scarlet rot writhing inside had scared her off the incantation completely. So much so, she hadn't gone back to collect those runes. They were easy pickings for someone else. What if they were tainted by the rot too? No thanks.

"What's the point of a roar anyway? Don't we want to be... you know, sneaky?"

[roseunspindle]

Books by Women

[prydainroyals]

CONTENT WARNING: Adult language, emotional/verbal abuse and gaslighting, implications of substance abuse, mentions of death, and depictions of an anxiety attack.

“Jesus Christ Arthur, can you not hear yourself?! We are in public--” The King scoffed, sounding scandalized.

Arthur, embarrassed by his own outburst, huffed and turned his back to his father. It was the only ‘escape’ he could make, for the time being. He didn’t want to look at him, or hear him, or be near him-- one out of three was enough to keep him sane for the moment. He could feel his heart racing, the stresses of recent events, and all the pressure that his father was putting on him, it was getting to be too much--

“--Of course we would be worried sick! Have you even thought about how that would affect the family? The kingdom? Your sister?! You will be King one day, Arthur, and that means--”

Arthur had broken out in a cold sweat.

It had come on so suddenly, Arthur hadn’t even had time to realize, but now it was too late, and--

--and his limbs began to feel numb, rigid, even brittle--

Oh fuck. Oh no. Fuck, fuck, fuck--

--Steady. B r e a t h e.

He began to count to ten in his head. There was a high, heavy ringing in his ears, in his head, right through him, and--

He forced himself to b r e a t h e -- to ground himself -- to count the shapes in the hard marble floor under his feet, the symmetrical and predictable lines zig-zagging across the smooth, cool surface.

-- B r e a t h e,  s l o w l y -- You are going to be okay. You are going to make it. You’ve got this. B r e a t h e.

In. . .

Out.

In. . .

Out--

“Arthur! Are you even listening to me?”

The King had clearly not noticed the state his son was in, or if he had, it did not seem to matter.

Arthur let out a harsh exhale, and feeling so cold, he might’ve thought it should’ve been visible in the air before him.

“I am always listening to you,” he bitterly muttered.

“--I am telling you that you should be grateful to me for letting you run away from your association with that Ionian girl--”

The ringing in Arthur’s ears began to diminish with the slight regain of his composure, and feeling as though he’d just surfaced from dark water, he slowly turned toward his father.

“What...?”

“--The Ionian girl! Do not think it escaped my notice--”

The King was ready to go another round of verbal sparring, but something within Arthur had snapped.

“Eloise. Her name is Eloise.”

“Arthur, I am not finished--”

Arthur did not let him finish, and turned to face his father fully.

“To you, she is Her Royal Highness Princess Eloise of the Ionian Union. She is a wonderful and brilliant woman, not a girl, and she deserves our respect--which is about the only good thing this family has to offer!”

The King narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists but to his credit, seemed to rein in his own hot temper. “... Did you get her pregnant?”

“Oh my God--NO!” Arthur snapped, the word echoing throughout the nearly empty hall enough that even the King seemed surprised at the force of the outburst.

“Perhaps I am running away-- from how I ended things with her-- But I am trying to do something right!” he cried, abandoning all pretense, and even abandoning some of his anger in exchange for a more vulnerable, visceral honesty. It all seemed to come flooding out of him at once. 

“I am trying to be a better man, to do what I know I’m good at! This is my last research trip, ever, because I know I have to grow up and step into William’s shoes whether you and Gran want me to or not! Since you won’t bother being a father or a mentor, I have to figure it out on my own! And fuck, if you don’t like how I’m doing it, why don’t you take your own advice and try putting the fucking bottle down?!”

The two men stared at one another; Arthur wild-eyed, green eyes glittering with anger and pain and his cheeks ruddy from the adrenaline rushing through him at that moment; the King, shocked at having actually been told off by his son.

Arthur took a shuddering breath, let it out. He needed to get away before he absolutely fell apart. He needed to go now.

“--For the record, Dad, I just wanted a breath of fresh air before going back out to the rest of my engagements. You want me to take charge? Fine. This is me doing that.”

Arthur turned on his heel and strode out of the hall like a mad lion with the look of murder on him; all the whlle terrified that his father might call at his back.

But he did not call.

The King was silent.

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Mention of @funkyllama​‘s Eloise x x x Arthur’s about ready to throw down.

I promisie the whole story won’t be like this-- I just needed to get this pivotal scene out of the way. Setup and all that, yanno.

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[scvntillas]

who: kanda & eloise @m4gicals where: the sweetest tooth

for  someone  like  kanda  ,  human  interaction  was  somewhat  of  a  struggle  .  ever  since  the  thing  happened  and  they  had  left  the  world  behind  ,  it  was  as  if  everything  inside  her  had  stopped  as  well  .  the  years  after  were  a  blur  of  survival  ,  pain  and  an  overwhelming  loneliness  .  it  wasn't  until  a  few  years  ago  that  the  world  stopped  turning  again  .  portum  had  ,  as  it  was  intended  ,  become  her  safe  haven  and  now  they  had  begun  creating  a  life  there  .  besides  cal  ,  liam  and  a  handful  of  ghosts  (  around  them  things  were  blissfully  quiet  )  they  had  found  safety  and  companionship  in  the  sweet  bakery  in  the  center  of  town  . eloise  was  kind  and  vibrant  ,  everything  kanda  was  not  .  most  of  the  time  kanda  was  just  sitting  in  the  bakery  ,  taking  in  everything  around  them  .  other  times  eloise  would  try  and  persuade  them  to  find  a  better  alternative  to  poptarts  (  not  possible  ).  today  was  one  of  those  days.  "hi  ,"  they  said  quietly  ,  making  sure  to  put  some  effort  in  not  sounding  like  she  usually  did  .  emotionless  ,  and  cold  .  "um  ...  raspberry  ?"  hopefully  eloise  would  understand  what  she  meant  .

[crownrots]

AERONA x SHADOWHEART (bg3) | FLEUR x WYLL (bg3) TABITHA x SCOOTER (vtmb) | ELOISE x ADRIAN (dc) KYLE x TOMMY (tlou) | NINA x ADAM (twc)

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@storyofwhoiam || Continued from here

Taylah squeezed Eloise's hands in hers, shaking her head adamantly. "I'm already dead, what more can they do to me?" It was almost a genuine question. Many had tried to kill her (was it killing if she was already dead?), but she was still here. Maybe Eloise didn't mean death, but she had a hard time viewing pain as actual hurt these days. If it healed, it didn't matter. Sometimes she wasn't sure if she should mourn being alive, but she didn't miss her life before. Especially not now that she had Eloise.

"I can help or... or just be there. I want to be there." Maybe for slightly selfish reasons. The Bridgertons were the only family she had and she wanted to keep the few left alive. And she could do that. She was more dangerous than she looked or even used to believe she even could be. And unlike humans, they didn't trigger her bloodlust.

[thewizardingelite]

ADMIN NOTICE: CHARACTER RECAST abbey lee kershaw → anya taylor-joy

Eloise Avery's faceclaim has changed, like 2 years ago but we weren't set up for proper admining back then. Anyway, Eloise's FC has changed from Abbey Lee Kershaw to Anya Taylor-Joy. Any future post with Abbey Lee Kershaw in it will not be tagged with #eloise avery. previous posts will not be changed, and still have the eloise tag.

[realmythsmoved]

❛ i'll have your back. ❜ (my Benedict for your Eloise)

"Thank you, brother." Eloise says with a bright smile.

"I appreciate your support." Though she is surprised to hear him offer it. The two of them have always gotten along, but especially now. Still, Eloise finds it hard to believe that he will offer his support to her with no strings attached. Though she would appreciate it if he would, of course. "Now what will you ask in return?"